Closed Starter w/ @syndxcxte
How in the hell did he end up in this situation again? Well, okay, Yugi did know how he ended up here... sorta. Mostly from trying to stand up for someone else and protect them. He didn't know what the context was, all he really knew was that that guy was clearly up to no good with that woman, she was scared, crying and no one else was there. Was Yugi suppose to just walk away? Logic may say 'yes, you fucking idiot!' because he was obviously outmatched and could have died, but the woman got away. All he could really hope now was that she was able to fully escape whoever he was and get safe... otherwise he was knocked unconscious and dumped in the middle of the Gods only know where with no phone, wallet missing, and no easy way of telling where civilization may be.
He was breathing heavily, only knowing it had to have been hours by this point because he'd gotten to watch the moon move up to the top of the sky... and it was now making it's way down the sky. Great. A part of him knew maybe he should have tried to find somewhere safe to sleep, but with not having any idea where he was, and no obvious way of getting home... Yugi wasn't exactly... itching to go to sleep anytime soon. His head was still throbbing, though now he couldn't tell if it was from exhaustion, the hit to his head, or anything else. Or maybe just all of the above. His shoulders were stiff, and his legs ached. He finally decides to give in to his body screaming at him for a break, sitting next to a small stream. The stars and moon glint off the slow flowing water, and he leans over to see his reflection. Oh right, his bottom lip had been split, and he had a pretty nasty bruise on his right cheek. All things considered, as long as he got out of here alive.... it could have been worse... right?
There was a few noises in the night that he could hear. And while none of them sounded all that familiar, he at least closes his eyes and lays back against the grass a moment. It was like the night itself was calling to him... and well, it's not like anyone was around to hear him...
"....Fuck it..." he mumbles before decided to mimic a call he thought he heard in the night, a long low call. He didn't know who or what he was speaking to, but hey, maybe they'd answer? Not that they'd be able to help him, but... maybe he'd feel a little less alone...
